I’m going to have trouble paying attention to anything that doesn’t involve your legs, your tits, and your ass.”
Her cheeks go pink. “Is that right?”
“Unquestionably,” I murmur. My lips graze her ear and she shivers as she looks up at me.
“What will we do, then?”
Her words are a suggestion, or maybe a challenge. But I’m not ready to give up and go hide in my office with her. Not yet.
For the next little bit, she’s my wife. I want to show her off some.
Plus, I have a good feeling that dancing and drinking may have a certain kind of effect on her. Pressing her against my body as we move on the dance floor might be a new kind of foreplay, if I do it right.
And I intend to do it perfectly. I kiss Cate’s ear and then spin her in my arms. “Let’s get a drink first. Then I think the dance floor is calling.”
Cate looks surprised. “We are going to dance?”
“As surely as we are going to fuck later.” I smirk. “Here, let me get us drinks.”
I pour her a glass of champagne and grab a whiskey for myself. Then I take her hand and lead her out from behind the bar.
As soon as we move toward the dance floor, the beat of the bass vibrating in my ears, we run into Luna.
Literally run into… her blonde head turns and her eyes widen a bit as she takes us both in, her gaze lingering on our clasped hands. She’s dressed as a witch, wearing a little black dress and clutching a drink in one hand and a broomstick in the other.
“Look at you two!” she says, smirking.
“You look…” I narrow my eyes on her dress. “Like you’re wearing as little as you can get away with.”
Luna rolls her eyes. “And you are what, some sort of guy wearing dark clothes so that you didn’t have to try anything out of your comfort zone?” She chuckles. “Please.”
Drawing myself up to my full height, I pull Cate a little closer. “I’m one of the Lost Boys.” I gesture to my mouth. “See the teeth?”
Luna pulls a face and looks to Cate. “Honestly, how do you even live with my brother? He thinks he’s too cool for school.”
Cate goes red, glancing at me. “I mean… we’re not, like…”
She tries to tug her hand from mine, but I hold onto it. “Luna is just being silly. I’m sure she didn’t mean anything by it.”
Luna smiles. “It’s true, I was just talking trash.” Someone catches her eye from across the room, a tall dark haired guy in medical scrubs. “Oh, that’s my boss. I need to ask him about the schedules for next week. Catch you guys later…”
Cate raises her eyebrows at Luna’s receding figure. “That was very odd.”
I start to pull her toward the dance floor. “I’m not really worried about it, to be perfectly honest.”
Cate favors me with a look. “No?”
I shake my head, pulling her into my arms and moving slowly with the rhythm. “Nope.”
She smiles up at me. “Well, if you’re not worried…”
She sways with me, sipping her champagne. I drop my free hand to her back and press her up against my body, smiling as I take a drink from my glass. She snakes a hand around my neck, her fingers warm against my bare skin.
It feels good to be this close, to feel her tits rubbing against my chest, her abdomen and thighs brushing against my cock. But what feels better than that is the way that she looks at me just now. Her head thrown back, a smile tugging at her lips, her eyes sparkling.
Damn. If she looked at me like this more often, I would probably do anything she asked. I would go into battle for her if she asked me right now. I’m like a lovelorn teenager or something.
She finishes her glass of champagne and breaks away from my body to put the empty glass down on a table. I shoot the rest of my whiskey and do the same. Then my hands are free to pull her close, her little body soft against mine.
She stares up at me with those dark eyes, her brow smooth and unworried. “You’re a good dancer.”
I grin down at her, gripping her waist. “You sound surprised. I’m good at nearly anything I put my mind to.”
Her lips quirk. “Yes, you do seem to be good at a lot of things.”
Bending down close to her ear, I whisper. “I’m